This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.
This story does not contain sexual intercourse.
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At any time of day, The One Stop Coffee Shop was full to the brim with customers; every fur passing by seemed to have a few minutes spare to sit and drink or grab a take-away cup on the go. The ever-changing atmosphere and clientele was one of the reasons that Tazmania, a young zebra-donkey hybrid, loved this particular coffee shop, despite there being several other options nearby. Racing through a cold deluge of summer rain, she sprinted into the coffee shop, skidding to a halt scarcely in time to avoid bumping into a well-dressed business fur in a suit and tie. Far from being dressed to impress, Taz was outfitted comfortably in royal blue three-quarter length trousers, a plain grey t-shirt and a loose, aquamarine, hooded sweatshirt in one of the larger sizes. She was not the thinnest of furs, truth be told, and, unlike some, was not proud of her curves. When given the choice, she would always choose to conceal her body beneath layers of clothing even throughout the usually warm summer months.
Sweeping the hood back from her muzzle, the zedonk clopped noisily over to the ever-present notice board, wincing at the clamour that her hooves made upon the smooth floor. Pulling a carefully folded square of paper from her pocket, she held it up and unfolded it along the smooth creases, helping herself to a spare, red pin from the cork board. She pinned her small, hastily written notice right in the centre, surreptitiously moving a couple of other notes for cleaning services to make room for hers, although she hoped that nobody would notice her sly move.
She pressed the corners of the note flat and, satisfied, trotted to the counter, intending to grab something to drink while she was there; there were some things in life that a girl just could not pass by when opportunity presented itself.
"Hey, Taz," a lion with a dark brown mane greeted her from behind the counter as he wiped down the surface, soaking up one of many accidental coffee spills. "How're you doing?"
"All right, Dave, thanks," she said, leaning forward and scanning over the special coffees of the day. "And you? Anything been happening?"
"Not really," he chuckled. "Same old: work, work, work and home again. What can I get for you?"
"Raspberry iced tea, please."
"Iced tea? From a coffee shop?" Dave teased.
Taz smiled self-consciously, tapping the fingers of one paw absent-mindedly against the back of other one, ears perked forward eagerly at the prospect of getting one of her favourite drinks. Half-turning as he added ice to her drink, Dave glanced over at the notice board, which was partially obscured by bustling customers, many of which left empty cups and crumpled napkins on their tables; he sighed, contemplating making a sweep around the room to clear said tables, though he did not think that he should not have to work harder to make laziness tidy.
"What did you put up over there?" He asked, nodding towards the notice board.
"Sarah's moving out," Taz said, her ears drooping. "She's moving in with that boyfriend of hers, the husky. More power to her, I say, but I don't know how she can do it when she's only been with him for a couple of months. It's so, so...strange."
"Ah, well, furs in love and all that," Dave waved off the behaviour, clearly in the same camp as Taz on this subject. "Sorry to hear that you're without a roommate though. With the amunt of furs that go through here from day to day, I'm sure you'll pick up a new one before long. Just hope they're not crazy like that damn billy goat you had before."
Grimacing, Taz inclined her head in agreement. The billy goat, which Dave was referring to, was a peculiar, old roommate that she had briefly taken in for under a single month. He had walked in on her in the shower several times, claiming that he had 'not realised' that the room was occupied, whined for a share of her dinner every night, never bought his own groceries and took great pains to touch her inappropriately, which was ultimately the deal breaker in Taz' mind. Unnerved and afraid of the molestation, Taz had evicted him swiftly with the help of the police and the couple of friends that had witnessed his leery behaviour. She could not be gladder to be rid of the weird creature who had not had a kind word for anyone and paws for anything female.
"Are you working the afternoon shift?" Dave placed her iced tea beside her paw, tapping the amount into the till.
"Yep," she said with a small sigh. "The surgery calls, receptionist duty as per usual, ugh. Got to go home to change before I head over."
"Ah, shame," he said sympathetically as she took her cup and placed the payment in his palm, along with a fair tip. "Take care and stop by again soon, okay?"
"Will do, Dave. Have a good one," she called, stepping away from the counter and making her way through the crowd.
Heading out the door, she sipped at the cool drink, ducking her head into the rain and hoping that it would not be too busy at the surgery, though that was likely to be a futile hope. The afternoon surgery was always packed with coughing, sniffling and whining furs along with the quietly sick ones, who sat with their muzzles bowed, waiting and conserving energy until their names were called. Snorting and tugging her hood back up over her head, Taz walked into the slanting wall of rain, drink cradled close to her body.
She did not notice the llama darting into the coffee shop as the door swung closed, the slender fur squeezing in through the small gap with a hair's breadth to spare. Behind her ran an equally slim mouse girl, toned as if she jogged or took part in some light, regular exercise. As if she had been forgetful of the unpredictable weather, the llama wore a shockingly tiny pair of hot pink shorts and a sleeveless grey tank top with a bright motive splashed across the front. In her ears were two large, gold hoops and, unusually, there was also a hoop serving as a nose piercing. Her body was partially revealed by her scant clothing, with her light brown fur ruffled and the cream underbelly, forearms and lower legs darkened from the downpour. She stared around the coffee shop with her sharp blue eyes before flopping into a recently vacated seat by the window and dropping her muzzle on to her upturned palm.
Her mouse friend, dressed in similar but darker attire, sat opposite her, scraping the chair back inconsiderately over the linoleum. A frazzled waiter ran up to take their order - two large coffees, one with cream, one without, both with sugar and milk, thank you - and dashed away as frantically, tripping over his own feet as he tried to serve the customers that were sitting down in the coffee shop; only take-away customers went to the counter in The One Stop Coffee Shop.
"Jeezuz," the mouse breathed, whiskers twitching. "It is freaking heaving in here! Sure you don't want to get take-away, Olive?"
"Yeah," Olive answered, her ears drooping. "My legs are killing after running. I never seem to get any fitter or used to it, whatever I do. Besides...do you wanna go back out in that right now?" She jerked her thumb at the rain and, as if to emphasise her point, a roll of thunder pealed out, encouraging the few furs outside to quicken their steps.
They chatted while they waited for their coffee, making several complaints about the weather and comments on some of the younger male furs that were ordering coffee. The mouse rubbed her paws together, blowing on them to warm up the pale grey fur while she chattered about a boyfriend, who she said was taking her out dancing that night, just the two of them. In the midst of this, Dave the lion padded over with a smile and a flirty wink for Olive, placing their coffees lightly upon the table. When he had departed, Olive slumped back in her seat, cradling her coffee between two white paws.
